Little Johnny was playing at the park when he spotted his dad’s car driving past the playground and heading straight into the nearby woods. Curious, Johnny followed the car and peeked through the trees.
What he saw sent him racing home to his mother, bursting with excitement. “Mommy! Mommy! I was at the park and I saw Daddy’s car go into the woods with Aunt Jane! I walked up and saw Daddy kissing Aunt Jane, and then he helped her take off her shirt, and then Aunt Jane helped Daddy take off his pants, and then Aunt Jane laid down on the back seat, and then Daddy—”
“Slow down, sweetie,” his mother interrupted, a cold, vengeful smile spreading across her face. “This is an incredibly interesting story. In fact, I want you to save the rest of it for dinner tonight. I want to see the exact look on your father’s face when you finish.”
At dinner that evening, the family sat down to eat. With her husband sitting right across from them, the mother looked at her son and said sweetly, “Johnny, why don’t you tell your father the story you told me earlier?”
Johnny beamed and started right up. He described his dad’s car going into the woods, the kissing, the undressing, and Aunt Jane laying down on the back seat.
He took a deep breath and finished, “And then, Daddy and Aunt Jane started doing the exact same thing that you and Uncle Jeff used to do when Daddy was away in the Army!”
